Super Strong Little Divine Farmer

Chapter 945: Chapter 946: Encirclement and Suppression

The Red Turban Army leader collapsed to the ground with a thud, never understanding why he was shot even while hiding behind the tree.

Almost simultaneously, gunfire erupted behind the Red Turban Army, as Lan Xingyue and the others took advantage of the chaos to rush across the suspension bridge and launch their attack.

The assault from both sides completely encircled the group of Red Turban Army soldiers, trapping them like a dumpling.

After winning two consecutive battles, everyone was in high spirits, but Lan Xingyue furrowed her brows.

”Captain, what’s wrong? You look so worried,” Wang Zixuan asked in confusion.

Lan Xingyue sighed, ”We’ve killed so many Red Turban Army soldiers, it’s like we’ve poked a hornet’s nest.”

Mosto Town lies adjacent to this stretch of untouched forest.

Due to its remote location, the town had long been overtaken by the armed forces of the Red Turban Army.

Local indigenous people still lived there, but most were emaciated. Many chose to remain because they had already become addicts.

The soul-controlling white powder had become their chains, forcing them to obediently serve as slaves for the Red Turban Army.

In sharp contrast to the town’s dilapidation, at its center stood an extravagantly luxurious villa, where music and merriment filled the air.

Inside the villa, a black man in a green uniform with a red bandana around his neck was chatting happily with Hahn.

Suddenly, the phone rang, and the man’s face immediately darkened. Furious, he smashed the phone onto the ground.

”Bart, what’s wrong? What has made you so angry?” Hahn asked, smiling.

”Those damn Chinese bastards killed every single one of our team members,” Bart roared in rage.

A sinister smile crept across Hahn’s face. ”Such a thing happened? Bart, this is my fault. I originally wanted you to do me a small favor, but I didn’t expect these Chinese to be so ruthless.”

”Hmph, causing trouble on my territory? That’s a death wish. I’ll make sure they all perish in this jungle,” Bart said with menacing eyes and a malicious tone.

Hahn nodded. ”Bart, this matter involves us too. I’m willing to have my mercenaries join in on this hunt.”

Bart nodded. ”Don’t worry, Hahn. Those few Chinese fighters—consider them mine.”

Hahn nodded again and then clapped his hands.

At that moment, six strikingly beautiful women walked in.

The women were stunning, their skin tones varied, representing Europe, Asia, and Africa.

Hahn smiled and said, ”Bart, I know the conditions here are harsh, so I specially handpicked these beauties from around the world and sent them to you.”

”Hahaha, Hahn, you’re too generous.” Bart’s eyes gleamed with lust as he directly pulled one of the women into his arms.

Hahn gave a faint smile. ”Bart, please enjoy these women. I’ll take my leave now.”

Bart waved his hand. ”I’m sending orders now—the two hundred soldiers of the Red Turban Army’s guerrilla brigade are at your disposal.”

Hahn nodded. ”Thank you, Bart. I appreciate it.”

”Oh, Hahn, about the batch of goods you gave me last time—it was fantastic quality. Our people here loved it,” Bart said, squinting as he smiled.

”Don’t worry; all your goods will be handled through me from now on. We’re old friends! I guarantee the best quality at the best price,” Hahn replied with a grin.

Bart laughed heartily. ”Exactly, old friends.”

An hour later, the two hundred soldiers of the Red Turban Army guerrilla brigade had assembled.

Though they were local fighters, every one of them was a veteran of countless battles, with extensive combat experience.

Hahn stood in front of the troops, smiling as he said, ”Everyone, I need your help with a small task—eliminate a group of armed Chinese fighters. I’m not stingy; once those Chinese are dead, these will all be yours.”

He gestured, and Ge Lei placed two large chests onto the table.

When the chests were opened, one was filled with stacks of US Dollars, while the other contained the white powder that these soldiers craved with their souls.

The sight of those two chests made the Red Turban Army soldiers’ eyes light up.

Hahn continued, ”These are just part of the reward. Killing or capturing one Chinese fighter will earn you $100,000. Helping us recover the lost item will grant $1 million.”

”Boom!”

The soldiers, unaccustomed to hearing such sums of money, immediately erupted in cheers, waving their arms and shouting excitedly as if the fortune was already theirs.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Lin Chen’s group, an invisible web was closing in on them within the jungle.

Over a dozen motorboats cruised up the river toward the destroyed bridge, where more than two hundred armed fighters swiftly disembarked.

Ge Lei, his round body jiggling, jumped off one of the boats, fanning himself and cursing, ”Damn, these Chinese bastards! They’ve made me suffer out here.”

Upon entering the jungle, Ge Lei surveyed the traces of the recent battle, his gaze sharpening.

”It seems these guys are tough, easily taking out over twenty elite Red Turban Army soldiers,” he murmured.

After regrouping, Ge Lei strutted forward, belly sticking out, and said arrogantly, ”Everyone, our enemies are just ahead. Stay alert—the US Dollars and the white magic powder await you. Kill them, and you’ll be millionaires!”

”Roar! Roar! Roar!”

Ge Lei’s words were highly persuasive. The Red Turban Army soldiers immediately raised their weapons in excitement.

Meanwhile, the small team had ventured far from the riverbank, continuing toward the hidden location marked on their map.

Suddenly, Wang Zixuan was drawn to a strange and alluring aroma. Pushing through the grass, she happily discovered a flamboyant flower.

The flower was extraordinarily beautiful, with pink petals trembling delicately, a red bud exuding an enchanting fragrance, and even its leaves shining purple. It stood upright, like a proud queen.

The scent from its flower bud was particularly alluring—sweet, fragrant, and intoxicating—making it irresistibly delightful.

Wang Zixuan excitedly rushed toward it, about to pluck the flower, but Lin Chen grabbed her firmly.

”Do you have a death wish? Have you forgotten what we learned about jungle survival? This is called the Devil Flower; there are deadly toxins around it,” Lin Chen said, picking up a stone and tossing it at the flower.

Instantly, a dozen black poisonous insects emerged from beneath the flower’s leaves.

”They’re flesh-eating spiders!” Wang Zixuan shrieked, feeling a wave of fear wash over her.

She hadn’t expected such horror lurking behind that beauty.

If it hadn’t been for Lin Chen’s warning, she might have been entranced by the captivating flower and lost her life.

These flesh-eating spiders were highly venomous—one bite meant certain death, completely incurable.